Total pages in book: 117
Estimated words: 114492 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 572(@200wpm)___ 458(@250wpm)___ 382(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 114492 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 572(@200wpm)___ 458(@250wpm)___ 382(@300wpm)
I want him. I want him. I want him.
And not just sexually, either—I’m way past simply wanting to bang Josh now (though God knows I want to bang him more than I want to breathe). I want Josh to be mine—in every conceivable way. I want his body. I want his heart. I want his soul. And, goddammit, I want his secrets, too.
Josh says I’ve been demanding something from him that I can’t or won’t give him in return? Well, he’s got a point about that, actually. But what if I did unexpectedly have something to give him in return for his secrets? What if I had secrets of my own to give him—and what if I turned the tables on him and gave them to him first?
“If I had an application, I’d give it to you,” I told Josh last night outside my room after the Henn-kissing debacle.
“Easy for you to say,” Josh replied. “You don’t have one.”
But what if I did? That would change everything, wouldn’t it?
“Hey, Sarah,” I whisper, leaning into her shoulder.
“Hmm?”
“Do you happen to have a copy of an old Club application lying around?”
Sarah pauses what she’s doing and looks up. “Um. No, all the applications I had were on my laptop that got stolen.”
“And Henn hasn’t been able to access member applications yet?”
“Not yet.” She puts down the document she’s reading with sudden emphasis and looks at me like I’ve suggested we try to sneak up on the President of the United States and give him a wedgie. “Katherine Morgan, even if we could get our hands on Josh’s application, you absolutely can’t read it without his permission.”
I roll my eyes. “I know that. Jeez. Gimme some credit.”
Sarah’s looking at me like she doesn’t buy a word of my bullshit.
I pause. “Okay, yes, I’d read that effing application in a heartbeat if I could get my grubby little hands on it,” I say.
Sarah laughs. “I know.”
“But I’m not trying to get Josh’s application through Henn—I wanna get it directly from Josh. And to do that, I need to see the questions he answered—the questions everyone answers when applying to The Club.”
Sarah presses her lips together. “Why?”
I ignore her question. “Do you remember the questions?”
“They’re burned into my gray matter for eternity. Why do you want them?”
“Would you email them to me, exactly the way they’re worded on a standard application?”
Sarah smirks. “Are you by any chance planning to write answers to these questions, my dearest friend?”
A smile spreads across my face. “Why, yes, that is the plan, my lovely, darling friend.”
“Oh my, my, my. Are you gonna apply to the Josh Faraday Club, by any chance?” She shoots me a naughty smile.
“Ooooh, I like that, Sarah. Why, yes, I do believe I am,” I say slowly, my skin tingling.
“Did Josh ask you to apply to his club?”
“No. He has no idea. This is gonna be a surprise—or more like a blindside.” I glance furtively across the room at Josh. He and Jonas are chatting calmly about something on Jonas’ laptop. “This is gonna be a diabolical tactic to get two suicide bombers to finally lay down their bombs and make nice—very, very nice.”
“Well, I’m sure it’ll work like gangbusters. The day Kat Morgan can’t get a man to bend to her mighty will, the rest of us might as well crawl into bunkers and await the End of Days.”
“I’m not so sure this time, to be honest. Josh is the hardest nut to crack I’ve ever encountered. The Most Stubborn Man in the World.”
“So he’s the male version of you, then?”
I nod slowly, not taking my eyes off Josh across the room.
Sarah laughs. “Well, that’s a scary combination. Definitely sounds explosive.”
“That’s what we are—even against our mutual interests.” I begin to say something more but wind up yawning, instead.
“Aw, honey, you better get some sleep,” Sarah says. “You look like you’re gonna pass out.”
“Yeah, I’m about to fall over.”
I get up and stretch.
“Oh, are you heading out, Kat?” Josh asks, his head whipping up from his work.
“Yeah,” I say. “I’ve gotta get some sleep—I’m about to crash and burn.”
“I’ll walk you to your room. Hold on just a sec.” He turns to confer with Jonas about something.
“Enjoy getting blown to bits, girl,” Sarah whispers. “Ka-boom.”
“Nah. There are no explosions on the agenda tonight,” I say. “Tonight, I’m gonna get good and rested so I can write my application to The Josh Faraday Club first thing tomorrow.”
Sarah smiles at me suggestively. “I’ll send you those questions ASAP.”
“Thanks. I appreciate it. I’m gonna start working on my ‘application’ the minute I wake up.”
Sarah doesn’t reply. Something across the room has grabbed her attention. I glance across the room. Oh. Correction. Someone has grabbed Sarah’s attention. Oh my, that’s quite a look Jonas is giving Sarah right now—it’s downright primal.